I wrote something I thought was really good and submitted it for consideration in an upcoming anthology of various women bloggers sharing personal stories about a central topic.
I wrote from my heart. I read and re-read the piece about 50 times (probably more). I had my best proofreaders offer their words of grammatical wisdom. Not only did I send it in by the deadline for submissions, I sent it in a month early. I just knew the people putting the book together were going to love this essay and I couldn’t wait to tell everyone who would listen that something I wrote was going to be featured in a real book.
*don’t count your chickens before they hatch*
Earlier this week, I received THE email. The one I’ve been waiting for since the day I submitted my prose. Here it was. I felt excitement similar to the day I received the mail with the decision from my first choice of colleges.
But, like the “thin envelope” from the university I *planned* on attending, it was a short and sweet “thanks, but no thanks” email saying my essay was not the right fit for that particular book.
Ego bruised. Hangs head in shame.
But guess what? If I didn’t get rejected from THAT school, I never would have attended the University of Scranton where I spent four of the greatest years of my life and made the best of friendships that have stood the test of time.
And, if I didn’t get rejected from THIS book, I never would have…ummmm…I am still working on figuring out the positive side of that one.
“Everything happens for a reason. Everything happens for a reason. Everything happens for a reason.”
*clicks red ruby slippers Converse sneakers together three times* Instant calm comes over me.
OK, so everything happens for a reason. This has proved true in my life time and time and time again.
But, please, save a spot on your bookshelf for my published debut. It will happen – when the reason is right.